After this morning’s stomping of the hapless gas-mining destroyer, I had to go out and do non-EVE things in the real world. (Believe it or not, I don’t get to play EVE 24/7 — pout!)

When I came back, guess what I found at the same gas cloud?

Yup, my gas miners were back “in force” — three battle cruisers, the destroyer again, and a Bestower industrial. According to my scans, there was nobody else (except of course the always-possible cloakers) in the system, so back I went in my Caracal of Doom.

The Bestower blew up in two volleys. I guess it wasn’t aligned, because I was shooting from a full hundred clicks out:

That was three volleys. Two of the battle cruisers are just milling about, still, but the third, a Ferox, looks like he’s trying to close the range. He’s no sniper, that’s for sure, because he’s 75 klicks out and still hasn’t locked me. I motor away from him and begin lobbing missiles.

Nineteen volleys later, he warped away in deep armor, without ever having target locked me or gotten closer than about 65 klicks.

Somewhere during this exchange, the other two battle cruisers warped off; and I guess I expected that somebody in system was trying to get a warp in point on my little cruiser so they could come back and stomp on my head. But, it didn’t happen. An associate of mine had time to come in a small fast salvager, salvage the wrecks, loot the mods, look at the gas volume, go and get a hauler, and come back for the gas. Meanwhile, I orbited at range to provide a bit of protection. The only person who came back was Serleanka Darkwater, the Bestower pilot, who jumped in and out in her pod about three times to observe the cleanup process.

Twenty minutes later, when I checked, I was alone in the system as far as my probes could tell me.

I am now officially LOVING w-space and the Apocrypha expansion. This was aggressive salvage in the best Ironfleet tradition, and the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Of course, I don’t think for a moment that targets this fat will be found in w-space for long; these people are acting like they are mining in Empire belts under the full protection of Concord. That’s got to stop, as the carnage mounts up. But I plan to enjoy it while it lasts.

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